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I wait.I shall

4.LoveHas becomeEuropean citiesAnd pianoMelodies. He isNot dancing norSobbing butHectic: asThe remainder of us Around mid-day,Late-Day. All he does forMe isWhat I do not askAnd that whichI do ask directs onlyTowards three blackBird-outlines on a telephoneWireAs I sweep offTables